Evening Gone Wrong

Lisa 30 year old petite Latino never married young woman. She is about 5′ 5″ without heels, wearing 4″ stiletto heels, she is 5′ 9″. She is petite, her body is beautifully proportioned. In sunlight her dark slightly curled hair strangely alternated in color between rich brown and vibrant chestnut. Her breasts are high and firm, not big enough to be affected by gravity, but the perfect size to occupy a man’s hand. Her legs are long and slender, which gives her the appearance of being taller than her 5′ 5″ height. Her general expressions are good-nature and engaging, and admirable are the way her dark eyes light up when she speaks about anything she is passionate about. It is with reluctance about men that she has dated, especially those men, she feels their only interest in her is becoming inappropriate. She fits into a category of ‘sweet girl next door,’ certainly not a experienced and seductive woman. For this reason, I find her irresistible. I’m by comparison, well over 6 feet tall, and tower over Lisa when we happened to meet. My gray hair is short, intense green eyes. I have broad shoulders and a wide chest and my legs are toned, but when I’m in business attire, it is impossible to tell. Fifty five years old, I’m sophisticated, educated, very wealthy, divorced six times, and a player. Unlike Lisa, I’m not personable. I’m the strong and silent and do not engage in lengthy social conversation. I’m standoffish, I always conduct myself respectfully and don’t enjoy discussions which are not work-related. Lisa finds me intriguing, but because of my serious disposition and age, I’m not a man, she would date. Lisa, unlike the other women in the news room, she isn’t interested in pursuing a relationship with me. Given my professionalism, she would have been surprised if she knew just how much I wanted her and that whenever she is near I watch her carefully.

After our meeting at the office, I asked Lisa to join me for dinner then continued working on the contracts. ” Thank you for your invitation,” She said. ” I’m not good at receiving an invitation from a boss, but I’d like to accept.” She said. ” I will pick you up at your place.” I said. ” I think you’re sexy. You tend to not say much, which tells me, you might be the shy type. Maybe there’s a tigress buried inside the kitten you appear to be.” I said. My comment did more for her than any she had heard for a long time. It made her feel wanted, and appreciated for who she was, not how she looked. She became more intrigued with me. She found herself thinking of me while she masturbated. She envisioned me having sex with her. Every time I’m in a meeting with her, she found herself more infatuated with me. Our working relationship over the next several days, begins to flourish. We begin exchanging emails frequently, as well as talking via instant messaging. I flirted with her when we were alone, including making sexual innuendoes out of random things. Lisa decides to take the initiative. ” I want you. My panties are wet in anticipation of dinner later.” She said in a instant message. Here is this man who knew little about her, yet wants to be with her. Lisa wanted to be with me too, so she told me. She didn’t just want to be with me; She wanted to experience being fucked by a older man. She had never dated a older man, she wanted to have my cock inside her. Lisa can’t remember ever wanting a older man so badly. She is afraid that being so open will scare me away, as most men fear sexually aggressive women. They can talk a big game, but when push comes to shove, they balk. She is alone in her apartment the morning of dinner later, but as she typed the words to me, she keeps glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, though she knew nobody was there. My response came immediately, and I’m not subtle. ” I want to fuck you, Lisa. I want to make you feel things that you weren’t aware that you could feel. I want to put my cock in every orifice of your ripe young body. I want to taste your pussy for hours, until you think you can’t stand it anymore. I want to fuck you until you can’t think. I want to come inside your sweet tight pussy. I want to fuck you in every room of your apartment. I want to take you when you’re not expecting it, and force you to submit to me.

I want to make you my personal fuck toy.” She has never had a man say those dirty things to her, the words made her so hot. Her panties got soaked at the thought of me doing those things to her. Her body feels alive for the first time in months, her mind became consumed with thoughts of fucking a older man. This isn’t her being a lonely young woman, seeking fulfillment from a man who could be her father. This is an introduction to primal lust that she has never experienced. She wouldn’t have known me if one of her supervisor’s had not introduced her to me. I told her not to come into the tv station, to give me her address and I will come over and we can go to lunch later. She sent an IM immediately giving me her address. Her body is radiant with her thoughts of me being there soon, that thought washed over her, she suddenly became very uncertain. There is a knock on the door, she hurriedly made her way over to the door and looks out the peep-hole. It is Mr. Malone. She smiles to herself as she caught sight of my green eyes. She is hesitant to unlock the door. She asked me to make myself comfortable and that she would be right back. She entered her bedroom to retrieve her blue blazer and slip on her navy blue heels. She turned for the door, I was now blocking her way. She couldn’t believe the sight of me, 6’5″ about 250 pounds with big arms and wide chest. Her eyes dropped and she saw my 9” inch cock, which was rock hard. She opened her mouth to scream but I was upon her, muffling her scream.